Wraiths – Oriflamme (2008)

Like standing beneath a skyscraper, watching its shadow wheel around the pavement, chased by the arcing sun.  Behind the monolith the sun slips down the sky and the shadow settles over you.  From within your cold dark cell, you watch as the bright world outside wane and washed with darkness, spilling over into your sanctuary.
Wraiths’ subterranean drones seem to reverberate up out of the sewers, echo around corners, slowly creeping in, a building unease, subtle tension roots you down as you close your eyes, try to escape, but you only hear it more.

You'll find me in the vast wilderness of British Columbia, talking metal at LURKER, or working in publishing and front-end web/eBook development.

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